09-10-2018, 08:19 AM
They seem to watch each other in the silence, the cold cold silence. Winter has not exactly gripped the meadow yet, but the frosty air is cold enough. She tilts her head to the side, one half veiled by her long flaxen hair draped down her oddly marked nose. “Flowers.” She explains, blinking and slashing her tail once across each hip. She looks to him and then to the copse of trees just ahead and begins to walk, turning back to him, coming along? her voice doesn’t melt from her now but her eyes say it just as clearly as her mouth would.
As they walk down the hill there is a faint blue and green glow in the cage of trees just ahead. “Nerine was my home for a while.” She says this softly when she’s sure he’s beside her to hear it, slipping between the bristly conifers. Once inside the circle (circle-ish) of trees the treasure see seeks stands in beautiful form, hanging above them on thick stems, giant blooms of greens and blues and a little bit of gold. “This.” She finds his face with her eyes, wondering what he might think – he would assume a moth girl needs, nectar, yes? She smiles demurely.
And suddenly the magic of her rarity becomes obvious. She is weightless on her fluttering wings, just like any winged insect that can hover and glide on the wind. She shoves her face in one or two, swallowing happily with only a few beats of her papery wings needed. She lands again beside him, folding her wings to her sides, cleaning her cheeks with her long tongue. “Nectar.” she tells him with a smile.
Oleandar
the moth-child of elysium & city
if i power-played a little just override it lol
basically just wanted her to lead him to a little patch of magicaly moth-pony size flowers xD
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